I watch the clouds build on the horizon.
I wait for the clouds to whip up the sea and the sand.
What really comes?
Not clouds, but a cloud.
"The angel said to her, ‘The Holy Spirit will come upon you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you; therefore the child to be born will be holy; he will be called Son of God'" (Luke 1:35).
Rejoice in the cloud that Overshadows.
Rejoice in the cloud that brings Light.
Rejoice in the cloud that reveals the Holy Spirit.
Rejoice in the cloud that brings Christ.
Unworthy as I am,
I beg your intercession Most Holy Mother of God.
For my Spirit rejoices in the Lord, and
My soul thirsts to magnify Him (cf. Luke 1:46-47).